Do You Have a Band-Aid?


It doesn’t happen every day or even every week, but it happens often enough to be on my mind. I’ll be working in the parking lot, and someone asks me, Do you have a Band-Aid?

The person asking has never seemed impoverished. Brown and White Bear Plush ToyThe person asking has always looked–if not rich–comfortable. The vehicle is chugging along, and the people are on a road trip, after all. I suspect these people have resources. I suspect these people have greater resources than I do.

I also suspect the people who ask for Band-Aids think the company I work for has issued to me a first aid kit for use in the parking lot. This is not so! The company I work for has given me absolutely no first aid supplies. I believe this means the company I work for does not consider distribution of adhesive bandages or other first aid items part of my job. If the company I work for doesn’t expect me to hand out Band-Aids why do visitors expect it from me? (From now on, when visitors make this request, I’m going to say, No, the company I work for doesn’t provide me with any.)

I believe there are a couple of reason the company I work for doesn’t provide me with Band-Aids or other such things to give to visitors.

The first reason is probably money. The company doesn’t want to pay for first aid supplies for camp hosts to hand out for free. If the company won’t pay for something, why should I? Other camp hosts buy air fresheners for their restrooms and loan their personal blankets to cold campers, but not me. I won’t even use my tape to anchor Forest  Service signs flapping in the wind. Why should I spend my minimum wage dollars on things the large corporation running the show doesn’t think are necessary? (I have bought Sharpies to write on day passes and dry erase markers to write on the campground’s plastic reservation signs because the washable crayons my boss supplied me with turned out to be useless. I spent my money on those items to make my own life easier.)

I suspect the second reason the company I work for doesn’t provide me with first aid supplies to hand out is because of liability issues. I’m pretty sure handing a bleeding person a bandage does not constitute practicing medicine without a license, but that doesn’t mean some yo-yo won’t try to sue anyway. If the company I work for thinks it’s best not to get involved, why should I? (Well, yes, because sometimes getting involved is the right thing to do. And I would get involved if it seemed necessary and right under certain conditions.) I’m not a trained first responder. I haven’t taken a first aid class since the last century. I have not been advised on the proper distribution of Band-Aids. Would the company I work for support me if I did flub up first aid to a visitor and said visitor decided to sue?

Honestly, the main reason I don’t want to provide Band-Aids to any stranger who asks is because I don’t remember being appointed Band-Aid provider to the world. Folks on road trips–particularly a camping trip–should have a few adhesive bandages (or better yet, a comprehensive first aid kit) with them. It’s not like folks who ask me for Band-Aids are living out of backpacks with limited storage space. (Any backpackers who ask me for Band-Aids can have as many of mine as they need.) There’s plenty of room in most vehicles for plenty of adhesive bandages.

Let’s take some personal responsibility folks. Throw a few bandages in the glove box.

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About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now I have a little travel trailer parked in a small RV park in a small desert town. I also have a minivan to travel in. When it gets too hot for me in my desert, I get in my minivan and move up in elevation to find cooler temperatures or I house sit in town in a place with air conditioning I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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